Glissade
[For Echo, the bad luck had decided to hit her where she was most vulnerable - school. After the issues with her ankle had abated she threw herself into practicing harder, wanting to get caught up as quickly and carefully as possible. Regardless of how hard she worked it probably wouldn't have been enough, since she had ended up being partnered with the single most inept danseur she ever had the misfortune of meeting.
She had been flawless, however he had not, and as such she got to suffer for it. After being reamed out in such a humiliating fashion, she deviated from her original routine of practice, practice, and more practice, choosing to go home and do something just as productive instead. It was Fat Tuesday, and she had all sorts of Mardi Gras related recipes to try out. She'd make sure to exercise for twice as long later.]
It's Fat Tuesday, and that's not a euphemism for how my ass will look later despite what my adviser said about that croissant[gone] so as the saying goes - Laissez les bon temps rouler!
She had been flawless, however he had not, and as such she got to suffer for it. After being reamed out in such a humiliating fashion, she deviated from her original routine of practice, practice, and more practice, choosing to go home and do something just as productive instead. It was Fat Tuesday, and she had all sorts of Mardi Gras related recipes to try out. She'd make sure to exercise for twice as long later.]
It's Fat Tuesday, and that's not a euphemism for how my ass will look later despite what my adviser said about that croissant[gone] so as the saying goes - Laissez les bon temps rouler!